summer

during the summer I/'ve...

…wore jeans rather than shorts
…learnt a new profession to avoid being an asshole in a suit
…slept under the stars
…puked too much (best was in gepard’s van into a plastic bag which had his breakfast for the next day)
…tried hasis (another step further to be a heroin addict)
…smoked too good weed
…had some awkward house parties
…spencer came around again so finally i had someone for two weeks whom i could hang during daytime talk about hardcore/punk and girls, hang our legs into fountains, read MRRs in parks, waste time in bars, visit bookstores and have killer foods
…cooked a lot
…had rehearsals with new bands
…barley watched any new (for me) movies or read any new books
…witnessed Rákosi recording their already world famous demo (and puked from too good weed during the guitars but contributed in one line (lyrically))
…seen some amazing shows
…shoved a microphone to Pink Eye’s mangina
…hanged with the sweetest band in the world (Press Gang)
…got cool gifts
…sang magnetic fields at a bar with Matt to Spencer and by myself to Borics (then he stated he won’t fuck me no matter how hard i try to make him)
…at last swam in a lake, twice in a row
…rode vespa with Lori (but just once you lazy mean fuck!)
…booked a show for Short Fuse (with big help from Matyipotter)
…not gone on tour and been abroad only once
…got SO into Band of Horses
…fell in love again deeper with punk and rediscoverd the beauty of skateboarding. This time only as a bystander but fuck, this is not a sport it’s art (in a good sense)
…had this desire to make love to foreign girls and of course i faild with it
…pissed on a church (while Gepárd thought i was still in his car so he drove away and left me there - in the middle of czech republic)
…diagnosed myself clinically addicted to Office
…told awkward jokes to P.C. people and drunk stories to my relatives
…tried to get addicted to cigarettes
…had beers for breakfast
…and pizzas for all the other meals
…didn’t really have any mental problems. Except the two days when i had to be part of Gepard's creepy obsession for fishing and sleeping next to water
…witnessed the weirdest things in the hill in front of my window (bonefires, techno parties, prostitution, working out, kung fu practice, girls playing badminton in bras, fights)
…hanged with awesome dudes at night on the shore of the Balaton
…fell in love with every second girl i’ve seen but haven’t fallen in love for real with anyone new
…had my headphone totally fell apart so i had to listen to people’s conversations on public transportations. They are horrible. But at least i read Lolita cause i just hate traveling without doing anything.
…gained this new hobby: watching occult pics and following awesome girls’ blogs
…listened to more music than ever before
…not found a job
…wrote notes for myself and they make more sense when i’m reading them sober
…spat down from high places
…been force fed with seitan
…daydreamed waaaay too much
…still didn’t give a shit

As for an after party yesterday we drank cheep beer, were listening to elliott smith and low, drank more beer on a hill in a grass from glasses. Danced half naked to animal collective and rival schools, watched office episodes and porn in my bed. Then today i woke up with terrible hangover. Went to swimm which was fun and on our way home i saw the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen. She was perfect and was talking about architecture. I had to eat a hamburger to calm down my raging feelings. I wish i had a "you’re beautiful card" that i cold give away to every amazing women.